Keaira - Backhanded Teasing

'Evening, Keaira,' He greeted her; she acknowledged it before walking off to her room.

She turned back, 'Sorry, Ani. I forgot to tell you that I have some work to do so I didn't have time to cook a lot. I just heated a frozen meal for myself. The dishes are in the sink. Please do them and find your own food. Thanks.' She darted into her soundproof room before he could say anything and locked the door before turning on her holo and contacting Aislinn.

'Hey, Keaira. So what's with the idea? Not just mean I hope? It is so vague and I can be mean in too many ways.'

Keaira laughed at her. 'Oh who doesn't know that Aislinn! But anyway, they need a proper lesson on depending on themselves. They won't be Master and Padawan forever. And neither will either one of us be there to drag them out of bed, do the mending and laundry and trivial for them. So what do you say to some pranks?'

'Pranks?' Aislinn's eyes positively lit up. 'I'm all for them!'

'Okay, say don't do the laundry. Sew stuff into a mess, don't wake them up, make them cook their own food, etc. The possibilities are endless, but I think you get the general idea.'

'Okay, got it, Keaira. I bet you started already.'

'Yep, just before I called you. Listen, I have to run but how about I meet you tomorrow, docking bay 2 and we take off somewhere while General and Commander are busy. I need some stuff and we can stop by Alderaan's space port for it. We're pretty close. Get Kenobi to give us permission will you?'

'Sure, why not. I'll get it, if you promise to pay for the meal tomorrow. Make sure Skywalker doesn't bully you.'

'Bully me? He'll be on the receiving end now. Make sure Kenobi doesn't make fun of you is more like it! Meal's on me then.' Keaira signed off and opened the door to find a fuming Anakin. 'Yeah, what's wrong now?'

'I thought the dishes were your job, and as were the laundry and the mending, Keaira dear?'

'Don't 'dear' me, Anakin. You ought to learn how really but fine, what did you tear up today?'

'Oh I ripped the hem of my cloak and I need the robes tomorrow so they ought to be in the laundry by now.'

'You know as well as I do, Skywalker, that I can't wash your robes while you have them on as you are way too big for the machine. I mean 6ft of you into a machine. You are kidding me! Go get out of it and pass me that cloak before I back out of this.'

Keaira sat beside the machine as it washed and dried the robes, re-stitched the hem, frustrated and trying to find a way for a prank. 'Yes, that's it!' She thought in excitement and started stitching uphill not straight. Anakin, she knew was too busy doing his battle plans to worry about this and well, she could just make his robes clean but a mess. She finished it and held it up for a look over. Perfect. She thought seeing one side looking shorter than the other. With an impish look, she took out the dried robes for ironing, carefully creasing them wrongly.